That night, Om left both Kamal and his brother completely paralyzed.
By the end of it, their father, Harvijay Thakur, had no choice but to admit both sons back into the hospital once again.
Now Harvijay Thakur wasn't a good man either. A man like him would never forgive someone for destroying his sons like this so easily.
And Om knew that very well.
That was exactly why, before leaving after beating Kamal half to death, Om tied a letter around his neck.
Later, when Harvijay arrived at the hospital and saw his broken sons lying there, he noticed the folded note hanging from Kamal's neck.
The moment he opened it and read the contents—
The color drained from his face.
His body trembled like a frightened animal caught in front of a predator.
Because the letter said—
"Mr. Harvijay Thakur,
I'm the one who did this to your sons.
And honestly… it's better if you never find out who I am.
I only want to say one thing—stop this game of death here.
First, one of your sons got beaten and the other wanted revenge. Now both of them have suffered, so naturally you'll want revenge too. But none of this is necessary.
And besides… I have no interest in making you my enemy.
I punished your sons because they committed sins they never should have committed… especially against me.
But don't misunderstand my words as fear.
I'm saying this because I don't want rivers of blood flowing for no reason.
I fear no one.
I'm leaving your sons alive. Respect that mercy and forget what happened.
And maybe you already know this…
Your son has been spreading stories all over the city that he killed Singhania and Don Bali.
But you know the truth.
Because I killed them.
So it would be better for you not to come searching for me.
And if you still decide to test your courage…
Then remember this—
Next time, I won't leave anyone alive.
Oh, and yes…
People have given me a name.
Yamdoot."
After reading the letter, Harvijay somehow forced himself to suppress his anger.
Because unlike his sons, he understood exactly what kind of monster he was dealing with.
A man capable of killing Singhania and Bali without leaving a trace…
Could crush the Thakur family just as easily.
And Harvijay knew it.
So for the first time in years—
Fear defeated revenge.
Meanwhile, inside one of the hospital wards, Kamal lay in miserable condition on his bed.
His entire body was covered in wounds and bruises.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, but his mind was still trapped in last night's nightmare.
Again and again, the same horrifying scene replayed before his eyes—
A man dressed completely in black beating both brothers mercilessly without showing even a hint of exhaustion.
No matter what Kamal tried…
He couldn't fight back.
But the most terrifying moment of all…
Was when that dark figure had leaned close to his ear and whispered—
"Listen carefully, you oversized buffalo… don't talk beyond your status. Because people like me take offense very easily."
The voice echoed in Kamal's head.
"And yes… I'm the one who did this to your brother. I'm the one who destroyed Bali and Singhania like stray dogs. I'm the one who turned Singhania's son and his bodyguard into something worse than animals."
A cold laugh.
"And tonight… it was your turn."
Then came the final words—
"So stay within your limits."
The moment Kamal remembered those words, his eyes widened in terror.
His breathing became uneven.
His body started shaking violently on the hospital bed.
Doctors rushed toward him immediately, trying to calm him down as panic completely consumed him.
For the first time in his life—
Kamal Thakur was truly afraid.
A few days later…
Om and his family were finally shifting into their new home.
Both of Om's uncles, his aunts, and Harsh were traveling separately in another car, while all three of his sisters stubbornly insisted on riding with Om.
"Alright, Om! At least tell us now—which bungalow is ours?"
Soumya asked excitedly while Om drove the car.
But before Om could answer, Isha quickly interrupted,
"Brother, I'll have my own room there, right?"
And immediately after that, Riya added her question too,
"And there's a garden and swimming pool too… right?"
Hearing all their questions at once, Om smiled softly.
"Have some patience. You'll find out soon enough anyway."
Soumya puffed her cheeks and complained,
"But what if we don't like the bungalow?"
Om chuckled lightly.
"Then we'll just come back."
The moment he said that, all three sisters burst into laughter.
But suddenly—
Riya's smile disappeared.
And then she quietly started crying.
The moment Om noticed her tears, his expression changed instantly.
"Hey… my little doll, why are you crying?" he asked gently. "Are you missing the old house already?"
Riya shook her head while trying to hold back tears.
"No, Om… what's the point of a big house if you won't even stay with us?"
Om's hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel.
"We know you're leaving us."
The moment those words reached his ears—
Om froze.
He immediately slammed the brakes.
The car stopped abruptly.
Then he slowly turned toward Riya, Soumya, and Isha with visible shock on his face.
"Who told you that?"
Now even Soumya and Isha looked heartbroken.
Tears filled their innocent eyes as they stared silently at him.
Finally, Soumya spoke in a trembling voice,
"Om… are you really going to leave us?"
For a moment, Om said nothing.
Because deep down…
He never wanted to answer this question.
Not yet.
But he also knew the truth—
Things had already reached a point where silence was no longer possible.
So after a long pause, Om forced a faint smile onto his face and softly said,
"Yes… my little sisters."
His voice grew heavier.
"I have to go."